StrawberryFields

Down by the rivers edge

We carved our initials

Into the tender bark

Of a young Willow tree

In grown-up bodies

Still carrying the hearts of children

We chased each other and laughed

And then made love

On new fallen leaves

In the brooks cool water

We bathed and played

And on its bank

We explored nature

As the sun kissed our skin

We touched with no inhibitions

As innocent as the sapling now scarred

And unsophisticatedly

We drank cheap wine

And she smiled with lips

Stained crimson red

By Boones Farm

And on her tongue

I tasted Strawberry Hill

And then loved her again

On the hood of my

Chevy El Camino

And she tasted me in its bed

And I tasted her

On its diamond tucked seats

And we swam in the tall grass

And rolled in the gurgling water

And at the age of seventeen

We left our mark that day

The Willow waved

As we drove away

Scooping up with young shallow roots

A bottle cap that lay by his trunk

That he might dream

And see on the horizon

Two young lovers

Running free through

Strawberry Fields